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THE PRODUCERS stirs odd and uncomfortable feelings of cognitive dissonance in me (and I'm talking only about the original, here, as I haven't seen either the play or the Broderick/Lane remake). On the one hand, the Nazi stuff is pretty ballsy—and was, remember, even more ballsy in the early 60s, when the War was over barely 20 years. Deflation-by-ridicule is a potent weapon, and Brooks managed to skewer both the Nazi mindset and the anxieties of US Jews. And the satire of then-current youth culture is so quaint and dated as to be harmless—certainly it is today, but I have a feeling that even at the time of release there were no hard feelings.
But the robust queerbaiting really rubs me the wrong way. The characterization of the director is stereotyping for its own sake, with no larger agenda. Nazis and gays, equally risible = Thud.
Brooks's politics got slyer, his hand lighter, by the time of BLAZING SADDLES—a vastly uperior film to THE PRODUCERS, I think. But I find it depressing that a director whose work is generally so affectionate would milk cruelty for comedy in THE PRODUCERS.
That's why my favorite of his early films is still THE TWELVE CHAIRS, which is seriously underrated. |
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